POWERLESS
The buzzing of the flies, the dampness of the soil beneath my knees, the coldness of her skin, all of it blurred, washing away into a blinding suffocating white.
Something was pressing against me—
Hands? Warm but heavy. They pushed me down, grounding me. Then something colder touched my forehead.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to sob.
But the voice whispered again, softer now.
“I’m right here… Isla…”
The whiteness dissolved into fragments shadows dancing, light flickering, heat burning through my temples. My limbs felt too heavy to move. I was being lifted, or carried, or maybe just floating in and out of something I couldn’t name.
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